In Bree

- NorthStar

The rain pours down
The street is crowded
Pushing, shoving
Where is the inn?

A hand on my arm
I start, and pull away
"Master Frodo, its me;
I think I see the place."

The sign appears
The door opens
Light, heat, smoke
We straggle inside.

So much noise
It assaults my ears
I pull off my hood
And look up.

So many men
All so big
I am so small
My heart quails.

"Please sir,
Have you seen Gandalf?"
"Older gent, pointy hat...
Haven't seen him in months."

"What do we do now?"
Whispers Merry
"I don't know."
Gandalf, why didn't you come?